A werewolf father, a Kitsune/fox spirit and vampire mother, two siblings the same as me, and a fire in our house.
My name is Crimson Miret, orphan, outcast, depressed,dark,emotionless, assassin. When i was younger i fled my orphanage after i kinda...beat someone to death. I was taken in by werewolves, but this pack, where assassins of their own, killing threats and enemy alphas, training their warriors and assassins to a level of extreme darkness, The Markers. Well for me being a tri-hybrid with a dark depression, no real cares and no emotion, killing was easy. Until a certain target of mine.
I changed my identity and started a new school. His name is Jake Nimen, the school hotty, and up coming alpha; a threat to the Markers pack. But when we bump into each other, i realised something that will change this kill into something more hard, something which could get me killed, something that i have never felt before.
Then what happens when the Markers pack figure out i didn't kill my target, that i hesitated, that I have a connection with the target, probably what they do to all fail assassins, kill them. But they should be afraid of me more then the enemy alphas.
Because i am the Crimson Assassin the most powerful person on the planet...or so i thought.
Lynx. That's my name. Lynx. Assassin of the Black Talon pack. That's what they use me as. An assassin. Why? Because I don't feel regret. I don't feel fear. I don't feel, well, anything. The cursed side effect of silver poisoning known as lost emotions is what made me like this. The side effect has made me a cold killer who feels no remorse. This is all I've ever known. Killing. I never thought about my future. And I didn't think about meeting my mate.
*story is completed*
TW: this story contains violence, self-harm, and references to suicide
(I wrote this story when I was in middle school several years ago, I'm aware it's bad k thanks)